Your Character's Name: Hal Gardner Hobson and Hal came back to the building with the words “Discovery World” over the entrance looking for any sign of the Bandits of the Hood. They traveled back through the city and to the edge of the lake where this building sits on the beach with the hopes to enlist them in a rescue operation from The Tombstone, thought the extra bodies would be of assistance. However to their dismay, the building was abandoned with no sign the Bandits had ever been there. ‘Is the name supposed to be ironic’ Hal thinks to himself, while reflecting that they had indeed not discovered anything here and in fact there was nothing to find in the first place. “Did that guy from the Bandits tell you any other locations they may be?”
“Just that they were causing chaos in this area. Aside from that, nah man, why would he have?” Hobson retorted, sounding as irritated as Hal felt.
‘Maybe cause the guy was hitting on you and wanted to have your babies,’ Hal smiles at the thought of this retort but says, “I don’t know, weren’t you all buddy-buddy with that one guy?”
“He offered me a spot, liked my moxie I guess...”
‘He liked more than your moxie’ Hal drones out part of Hobson’s response, then comes back in for the end, “...land steamer, which was weird, but no he…” but before Hobson could finish an explosion came from outside, shaking the building and sounding close enough that Hal would have believe Hobson’s rocket launcher accidently went off within the building. They briefly freeze, staring at each other, wondering if a second explosion was on the way.
Explosions are a fairly common thing in downtown Rivertown, normally they would try to avoid areas under attack like this. Hobson points out that, “it may be the Bandits attacking some MPD,” so while the average explosion causes people to scurry inside and hide, this one lures our heroes out from the abandoned building. They emerge from the dark opening of “Discovery World” to see plumes of smoke a block or two away and ash floating through the air like the evil twin of snow. Hal’s hope rises, perhaps the Bandits are still around here after all, maybe this trip back through the city wasn’t pointless. ‘Finally a little bit of luck in this God forsaken shit world’ Hal starts to head toward the smoke, to see if he can find any of the Bandits weaving through the streets making their escape.
Before he can move more than a few feet Hobson stops him, and points toward the beach. From the distance he hears a loud bark and an orchestra of dog pants and growls starting up, of an electric guitar being tuned before the start of a concert, he can hear notes but no real music in their show of intimidation. He turns to see a pack of dogs, at least eight or so, all staring at Hobson and him. ‘Excellent, looks like we found something after all.’ Drool salivates from the ferocious canines’ snouts and flings into the air as they start barking, the drums begin their warm up as well. Hal counts the dogs, there are ten and in retrospect he was content with thinking there were only eight.
“What should we do?” hisses from Hobson’s mouth the fear of being too loud and startling the dogs apparent with his words.
“The old lady’s mansion…?” Suggests Hal, thinking of nothing better.
“Um…sure” Hobson’s reply is too late as the snarling beasts start darting toward them.
‘Oh shit’ Hal clumsily fires a shot from his revolver at the dogs to no avail. The hounds don’t even flinch as the bullet passes them. Hobson springs into action, taking his rocket launcher from off his back and firing at the pack just as they cross the threshold of should be the safe distance to fire this massive weapon at. A blast of sand and meat burst into the air, Hal turns away and is aback as he feels the heat of the explosion on his face. He returns his gaze to the direction of the pack just in time to see six of the dogs jump through the smoke and continue to run toward them. ‘Balls’
“Take this,” Hal tosses Hobson a shovel so that he isn’t fighting wild animals with his bare hands. The dogs split three and three and divide Hal and Hobson. ‘How the hell are dogs this organized?’ Hal thinks has he puts his golf club into his left hand keeping his gun in his right. Within seconds one dog has latched onto his shoulder, another hangs from his left wrist and the last pulls at his right pant leg. Hal makes quick work of his three dogs with his revolver. ‘Ow ow ow’ Hal tries to put his golf club back over his should, but finds it difficult to do with only one arm, his left shoulder and forearm both having deep cuts that are bleeding profusely. ‘This couldn’t be any worse’ he thinks as he turns to Hobson, and sees the foot and half long gash from his lower neck to his abdomen, and the fact the bottom half of his pants have been torn away and replaced with a steady flow of blood. ‘What the…’ “Are you okay?”
“Not entirely…” Hal catches Hobson on his right shoulder, and they limb off toward the mansion.
“I think that search and retrieve mission could have gone a bit better.” Hal tries to relieve the situation, make Hobson think of anything other than the obscure amount of red liquid he is leaving behind him. 'That old lady will be able to fix him up, she has to have bandages or something, we just need to make it their.' “I don’t think we need the Bandits to take on the MPD anyway, I mean look what we did to those dogs. I’m impressed.”
Hobson and Hal came back to the building with the words “Discovery World” over the entrance looking for any sign of the Bandits of the Hood. They traveled back through the city and to the edge of the lake where this building sits on the beach with the hopes to enlist them in a rescue operation from The Tombstone, thought the extra bodies would be of assistance. However to their dismay, the building was abandoned with no sign the Bandits had ever been there. ‘Is the name supposed to be ironic’ Hal thinks to himself, while reflecting that they had indeed not discovered anything here and in fact there was nothing to find in the first place. “Did that guy from the Bandits tell you any other locations they may be?”
“Just that they were causing chaos in this area. Aside from that, nah man, why would he have?” Hobson retorted, sounding as irritated as Hal felt.
‘Maybe cause the guy was hitting on you and wanted to have your babies,’ Hal smiles at the thought of this retort but says, “I don’t know, weren’t you all buddy-buddy with that one guy?”
“He offered me a spot, liked my moxie I guess...”
‘He liked more than your moxie’ Hal drones out part of Hobson’s response, then comes back in for the end, “...land steamer, which was weird, but no he…” but before Hobson could finish an explosion came from outside, shaking the building and sounding close enough that Hal would have believe Hobson’s rocket launcher accidently went off within the building. They briefly freeze, staring at each other, wondering if a second explosion was on the way.
Explosions are a fairly common thing in downtown Rivertown, normally they would try to avoid areas under attack like this. Hobson points out that, “it may be the Bandits attacking some MPD,” so while the average explosion causes people to scurry inside and hide, this one lures our heroes out from the abandoned building. They emerge from the dark opening of “Discovery World” to see plumes of smoke a block or two away and ash floating through the air like the evil twin of snow. Hal’s hope rises, perhaps the Bandits are still around here after all, maybe this trip back through the city wasn’t pointless. ‘Finally a little bit of luck in this God forsaken shit world’ Hal starts to head toward the smoke, to see if he can find any of the Bandits weaving through the streets making their escape.
Before he can move more than a few feet Hobson stops him, and points toward the beach. From the distance he hears a loud bark and an orchestra of dog pants and growls starting up, of an electric guitar being tuned before the start of a concert, he can hear notes but no real music in their show of intimidation. He turns to see a pack of dogs, at least eight or so, all staring at Hobson and him. ‘Excellent, looks like we found something after all.’ Drool salivates from the ferocious canines’ snouts and flings into the air as they start barking, the drums begin their warm up as well. Hal counts the dogs, there are ten and in retrospect he was content with thinking there were only eight.
“What should we do?” hisses from Hobson’s mouth the fear of being too loud and startling the dogs apparent with his words.
“The old lady’s mansion…?” Suggests Hal, thinking of nothing better.
“Um…sure” Hobson’s reply is too late as the snarling beasts start darting toward them.
‘Oh shit’ Hal clumsily fires a shot from his revolver at the dogs to no avail. The hounds don’t even flinch as the bullet passes them. Hobson springs into action, taking his rocket launcher from off his back and firing at the pack just as they cross the threshold of should be the safe distance to fire this massive weapon at. A blast of sand and meat burst into the air, Hal turns away and is aback as he feels the heat of the explosion on his face. He returns his gaze to the direction of the pack just in time to see six of the dogs jump through the smoke and continue to run toward them. ‘Balls’
“Take this,” Hal tosses Hobson a shovel so that he isn’t fighting wild animals with his bare hands. The dogs split three and three and divide Hal and Hobson. ‘How the hell are dogs this organized?’ Hal thinks has he puts his golf club into his left hand keeping his gun in his right. Within seconds one dog has latched onto his shoulder, another hangs from his left wrist and the last pulls at his right pant leg. Hal makes quick work of his three dogs with his revolver. ‘Ow ow ow’ Hal tries to put his golf club back over his should, but finds it difficult to do with only one arm, his left shoulder and forearm both having deep cuts that are bleeding profusely. ‘This couldn’t be any worse’ he thinks as he turns to Hobson, and sees the foot and half long gash from his lower neck to his abdomen, and the fact the bottom half of his pants have been torn away and replaced with a steady flow of blood. ‘What the…’ “Are you okay?”
“Not entirely…” Hal catches Hobson on his right shoulder, and they limb off toward the mansion.
“I think that search and retrieve mission could have gone a bit better.” Hal tries to relieve the situation, make Hobson think of anything other than the obscure amount of red liquid he is leaving behind him. 'That old lady will be able to fix him up, she has to have bandages or something, we just need to make it their.' “I don’t think we need the Bandits to take on the MPD anyway, I mean look what we did to those dogs. I’m impressed.”
“Shut up.”
“Okay”